Chapter 103 Buried in the Neck
After having dinner with Luo Luo, Cong Chun planned to go back to his dorm to get his computer to take to the library.
Duan Mingxiao stared at the boy's back with his dark, narrow eyes. The young master stood still, but his heart had already flown to Cong Chun's shoulder.
Duan Mingxiao was carrying a large sports bag. He had just finished training. The boy's gaze fell on Cong Chun's fair and slender nape, and his tone was a little awkward.
"Why haven't you been talking to me lately?"
[The anger from Chun should have subsided by now...]
Cong Chun turned her head and looked at him blankly.
He did not ignore the young master.
Cong Chun answered all the young master's questions truthfully, never ignoring him.
Duan Mingxiao was stung by Cong Chun's gaze.
[That stupid Chun looks at me like I'm a stranger.]
The next second, Duan Mingxiao saw the lipstick in Cong Chun's hand, and the young master's face immediately darkened.
The Crown Prince's eyes darkened for a moment; he was like a leopard poised to pounce, ready to devour Shang Congchun's slender neck in the next second.
"Which girl gave it to you?"
The boy's tone was low and carried a hint of pressure.
Cong Chun blinked and handed the lipstick to Duan Mingxiao in front of her.
"We're friends."
The young master pouted, somewhat displeased.
[Friends? They must be fair-weather friends!]
"You...made new friends?"
Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes and stared at the boy's soft hair whorl before tentatively speaking.
Cong Chun shook his head.
"It's Lolo."
[Lolo? What's that? Where did this wild pheasant come from?]
[Anyone who dares to flirt with me, die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Why aren't you dead yet? Should I send you on your way?]
Upon hearing this, Cong Chun punched Duan Mingxiao, but the boy's body was all hard muscles, and hitting him was like hitting a wall. However, Cong Chun didn't use much force.
"Young master, your lips are also cracked. Would you like some?"
“This was given to me by Lolo. He saw that my lips were chapped and gave it to me specially.”
No sooner had Cong Chun finished speaking than Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun's lips.
Suppressing his dissatisfaction, the young master Duan Mingxiao raised his hand and stroked Cong Chun's face, his tone somewhat hesitant.
"The weather is too dry."
"Yes or no."
Why is the weather in Jinghai so awful?
"Will you come out and live with me?"
The next instant, the young master's face suddenly came very close. Duan Mingxiao's eyes were upturned, and the boy's features were deep and extremely aggressive.
If it were the old Cong Chun, she would definitely have refused to move in together, but the current Cong Chun is somewhat hesitant.
Last night, Cong Chun had a dream. In the dream, the young master came up to him again and wanted to kiss him on the lips. Cong Chun refused to let him kiss him, and the next second the young master looked aggrieved and about to cry.
Cong Chun was reluctant to part with him; he didn't want his young master to be sad.
For some reason, he often thinks of the young master lately.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao seemed to see Cong Chun's expression soften, and the young master was secretly delighted, pressing his advantage.
"I can't cook, and eating takeout isn't healthy."
"You're always reluctant to let me eat takeout every day, which will ruin my health."
Duan Mingxiao remembered the e-book Ji Ruhui had sent him, "Thirty-Six Strategies for a Good Man to Win Over His Wife."
First and foremost, remember that men need to learn to play the victim.
What can I do to treat Cong Chun better?
Anyway, all the other person needs to do is focus on studying... cough cough... as long as Chun Chun kisses me a few times on her own initiative, that's fine.
The Crown Prince felt a little pleased with himself.
Cong Chun looked up at him, but simply told the young master that he would think about it more carefully.
Although Duan Mingxiao was somewhat unwilling, the young master pretended to be understanding.
"Then you must think it over carefully."
[Go live with me! You'll wake up every day to find me, such a handsome man, by your side, and a delicious breakfast waiting for you. Only a fool wouldn't live with me.]
However, Duan Mingxiao still managed to pull out a key from his gym bag.
"Because fingerprint and facial recognition require you to be present in person, we'll give you this key first."
"I'm going abroad for a competition next week. If you're unhappy, just call me. If you don't want to stay in the dorm, come to my apartment."
"Although there are two rooms inside, you'd better sleep in my bed. Feel free to use whatever else in the house is yours."
Duan Mingxiao shoved the key into Cong Chun's arms without caring whether the boy accepted it or not.
Sometimes, Chun Chun's head is as hard as wood, so inflexible!
He was determined to give it to Cong Chun, even if it meant giving the house to Cong Chun and Duan Mingxiao.
If Cong Chun hadn't refused to accept it, the young master would still be enjoying himself.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao raised the corners of his lips and asked expectantly.
"After I leave."
"Will you miss me?"
Cong Chun dislikes farewells, the boy answered earnestly, his clear, bright eyes fixed intently on Duan Mingxiao.
I will miss you.
However, Cong Chun still felt a little like crying.
Being completely focused on by the person in front of him made Duan Mingxiao feel incredibly good; he felt like he could fly right now.
The young master was very happy. He stepped forward and habitually buried his face in Cong Chun's shoulder and neck, taking a deep breath that felt like fine rain or a kiss.
I think my feelings for you will not diminish, but will only grow stronger with each passing day.
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